“He’s not a father! He’s not a husband! He’s the thing that makes everything ugly like him.” “We’re all he has, do you know that? You don’t walk away from that, from the responsibility of someone needing you. People have hurt him and let him down his whole life. Even his mother...she...she...” Mom searches for words, some improbable sentence that’ll help her explain why Lebanon is the way he is, and why she stays, and because of her, why I stay. Mom sighs. “I know your father in a way no one else does, and somewhere deep down he loved me once, he still does. What he does is...it’s more than
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